breathing

Breath is the finest gift of nature. Be grateful for this wonderful gift.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day _ or as he sleeps _ simply breathing in and out, in and out, and it's like the hymn that sings me to peace. I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere _ us _ I know I have a chance.

What used to be communal living has become socio-political manipulation on a planetary scale. Everything has become a tool to engineer our consciousness development at every step, ranging from breathing to food to water...

... and it was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I__e ever known has slowly gone awayand I know by now that that__ the way you let the new day in with new roads and views and chances to growbut it was quite a sad thing because I don__ want this to ever become __hen_ or __as_ and it was quite an unfamiliar thing. The way I took off my shoes again, put down my bag and quietly went back to bed, slowly between the sheets of moments I don__ want to leaveand it was quite a beautiful thing the way you had no idea but still must have known because you did not even open your eyes, but turned around and took my hand and you were still asleep, breathing in and out like nothing could go wrong, but still held my hand like you were glad I didn__ leave. __hank you for staying__nd it was quite a wonderful thing, the way I smiled and so did you, sound asleep, and that__ all I need to know for now. That__ all I want to know for now.

Roaming is the easiest part, just wandering around, looking the places, imagining how people lived there at that time, breathing deeply the open air around there and feeling the best.

Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.

Sometimes it all becomes too much. Your body and mind will just give way. Part of you may want to blissfully fade into nothing, but you never do. After a while all the memories and emotions make you shut down but never fully disappear__t__ safer for you this way, to be excluded. It__ a time to be alone, to heal, and to find yourself. It doesn__ mean you__e given up or stopped trying; it just means you know what__ best for you.Breathing is medicine. I forgot how to breathe, but I__ learning all over again.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.